L: Lonely

I looked at the picture of my husband, clicked right before that fateful night which snatched away everything from me. My love, my life and my freedom. It had been ten years since that accident, which took his life away. We were out on honeymoon in an exotic location, enjoying a long drive under the starry skies. I still remember the promises we made with each other and the love that I had embraced in the three days we have been together.

We were hit. He died on the spot. I was taken to a nearby hospital by someone who cared enough to stop and do the righteous thing. I had spent ten years with his in-laws now and I still had feelings for my late husband because in the time I had known him, he appeared to be a perfect companion.

However, I felt lonely, going to bed every night. I had considered marrying someone else; not because I had stopped loving my husband, but because I had a long life ahead and yes, I did need a companion to share my happiness and tears. I wanted to be a mother. I wanted to raise my children.

Ten years of my life, I had given to them, but they still did not want me to marry, nor did my parents. They wanted me to spend my entire life as my husband’s widow.

I kept the picture back into my bag as I saw the station approach. I had left my town. I wanted to breathe fresh and away from them. I did not know what was coming, but I did know it was necessary for me and my life.

It was the right thing to do Anmol. In a society where people impose their ideas of love and principles.. The only way out is move away from these repressive forces and the new direction will certainly be better than this..